**[MATURE CONTENT NOTICE]**

*This chapter contains explicit descriptions of intimacy, afterglow, and adult themes. 18+ only.*

Rudra's Perspective

The sight of her, pinned beneath me and dripping in diamonds, was a masterpiece that made every battle I’ve fought worth the victory. As I clicked the final clasp of the waist chain, I felt a surge of lethal pride. The way the gems caught the firelight against her brown skin—nothing I had ever bought for Eternity or The Rathor Company could compare to the value of this moment.

"Aap... aap kya kar rahe hain, Ru?" she whispered, her voice trembling as I reached down and pulled her feet toward me, resting them firmly against my bare chest.

"Shhh," I rumbled, my  eyes** darkening as I looked at her. I leaned down and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her soles, feeling her toes curl against my skin. "Your King is just beginning, Janna."

I reached for the old, mangled anklet—the one that had snapped during her **Ghoomar**—and tossed it aside like it was nothing. From the bedsheet, I produced the new **janjhar**

It was heavier, more regal, and as I fastened it around her delicate ankle, the sound it made was like a victory bell.

"The old one couldn't handle your grace," I murmured, my voice dropping to a low, possessive rasp. "This one is built to remind you of me with every step you take."

I didn't stop at the ankles. I began a slow, agonizingly wet trail of kisses. I moved from her arches to her calves, my stubble grazing her skin, making her breath hitch in broken sobs. I reached her thighs, my hands gripping the soft flesh to spread her legs wide, revealing the shimmering **waist chain** resting right above her beautiful, damp core.

I looked up at her, a dark, predatory smirk on my lips. I had saved this for tonight. Through the years of separation, through the wedding, through every moment of longing—I had kept this specific surrender for the night I wore the crown.

"I promised you a gift, Janna," I whispered, my fanned breath making her arch her back. "But I think it’s time I take mine."

I leaned in, my lips finally meeting the heat of her core. The sensation of the cold diamonds of the waist chain brushing against my face while my tongue found her was a contrast that made my own blood roar.

"Ru! Oh God... *Ru!*" she screamed, her head tossing back into the white roses as her **red chooda** clattered violently against the headboard.

I didn't let up. I wanted to taste the exact moment she completely shattered for me. I wanted her to remember that her "cold rudra could be the most shameless man on earth when it came to his Queen. I used my hands to hold her open, watching the reflection of her pleasure in the diamonds I had just draped over her. Tonight, there was no mercy—only the raw, intense hunger of a man who had finally come home.

The chamber was filled with the heavy, sweet scent of crushed white roses and the rhythmic, frantic chime of **Ishita's** new *janjhar**. My world had narrowed down to the heat between her thighs and the sound of her broken, high-pitched moans.

I watched, mesmerized, as the diamonds of her **waist chain** danced against her damp skin with every jagged breath she took. She was already dripping for me, the evidence of her desire slicking her inner thighs. I didn't wait. I moved into **The Swiper** position, the dominance of the stance making my *eyes** darken with a primal hunger.

I gripped her soft, trembling thighs and hiked them upward, resting her legs firmly over my broad shoulders. The move exposed her completely to the flickering light of the **diyas**, and I took a moment to admire the masterpiece I had spent years waiting to claim.

"Ru... please... I can't," she sobbed, her fingers digging into the silk sheets, her **red chooda** clashing against the headboard in a frantic beat.

I didn't give her a choice. I leaned in, my mouth finding her wet, sensitive core. I started **sucking her hard**, my tongue working with a relentless, rhythmic pressure that sent her into a state of pure delirium.

The contrast was lethal—the cold, hard diamonds of the waist chain brushing against my cheeks while my mouth provided a scorching, wet heat that she couldn't escape.

The room was silent except for the **wet, slurping sounds** of my mouth on her and her uninhibited, raw moans that echoed off the marble walls.

Between bouts of sucking, I nipped at her inner thighs, leaving dark, possessive marks that matched the ones I’d left on her neck.

She arched her back so high her head almost buried itself in the petals. "RUDRA!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she neared the edge. I looked up at her, a dark, shameless smirk on my face as I watched her eyes roll back. I increased the pressure, determined to taste every drop of the "gift" she was surrendering to her King tonight.

I wanted her to remember this sensation every time she felt the weight of her crown—that before she was Rajasthan's Queen, she was entirely, shamelessly **mine**

💖 Ishita's Perspective

The world outside these four walls had ceased to exist. There was no throne, no crown, and no tomorrow—only the scorching heat of **Rudra** and the rhythmic, intoxicating torture he was puting me through.

My legs were draped over his broad, powerful shoulders, leaving me completely vulnerable to his hunger. I couldn't even open my eyes; the world was just a blur of magenta and white rose petals. I was a **shameful, moaning mess**, my voice echoing against the marble ceiling in high-pitched, broken gasps.

My left hand was buried in the silk sheets, fisting the cool fabric and crushed petals until my knuckles turned white.

My right hand acted on its own, sliding down until my fingers tangled deep into his thick hair, pulling him closer, pushing him away, and then desperately pulling him back again.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp, wet jolt that made my entire body lock up. His tongue—hot and insistent—entered me for the first time. The sensation was so primal, so unexpected, that a jagged scream ripped from my throat.

> "RU! Oh... oh god, *Ru!*" I sobbed, my head tossing back. "What... what are you doing to me?"

I liked it. I liked it so much it was terrifying. My inner walls began to clench in a frantic, involuntary rhythm, a dull, sweet ache building deep in my core that begged for more than just his mouth. I was **wet, dripping, and desperate**, my body demanding a fulfillment

He didn't stop. If anything, he became more ruthless. I felt the cold diamonds of the **waist chain** pressing into my skin as he used his hands to hold me open, his mouth working with a rhythmic, sucking pressure that pushed me closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.

"Don't... don't stop, please," I whimpered, my fingers tightening in his hair. "I’m losing... I’m losing it..."

Rudra let out a low, vibration-heavy growl against my skin that I felt in my very bones. I could hear the **wet, slurping sounds** of his devotion, and the frantic, silver chime of my **new janjhar**  as my legs shook on his shoulders.

I was his Queen, but in this moment, under the light of a hundred *diyas*, I was simply his—shattered, adored, and completely consumed.

The scent of the white roses seemed to vanish, replaced by the electric, metallic tang of pure desire. My body was no longer my own; it was a tight-strung bow, and **Rudra** was the only one who could release the arrow. I felt a sudden, sharp tightening in my lower stomach—a coil of heat that began to spiral out of control.

"Ru... I think... I'm close," I sobbed, my voice breaking as my fingers spasmed in his hair. My breath was coming in ragged, desperate hitches, and the janjhar** on my ankles rang like a warning bell against his shoulders.

The moment the words left my lips, the "Ruthless King" became a storm. He increased the rhythm of his tongue, his mouth becoming a scorching vacuum that left me no room to breathe.

The sounds coming from my throat were no longer human. I was a **moaning, shattered mess** in the middle of our rose-covered bed.

> "Aahh... aaaa... aaa... ahhh! Haan... aaaa... Ruuuu!"

I tossed my head back, my neck arching as my vision blurred. The flickering light of the **diyas** turned into streaks of gold.

"Mmm... Ruuuu... AAAAA!"

And then, it happened. A violent, soul-shaking tremor started from the tips of my toes and exploded in my core. I **came hard**, my entire body locking up in a beautiful, agonizing cramp. I felt the hot, sweet flood of my release gushing forth, and instead of pulling away, Rudra gripped my hips even tighter.

I watched through half-closed, tear-filled eyes as he stayed right there, burying his face deeper into me. He **literally drank all of me**, consuming my surrender as if it were the only thing keeping him alive.

When he finally pulled back, he was breathing as hard as I was. His **ocean-blue eyes** were dark, predatory, and filled with a terrifying level of love. A stray drop of my moisture glistened on his lip, and he swiped it away with his tongue, his gaze never leaving mine.

"My Queen," he rasped, his voice a low, vibration-heavy growl that made my still-trembling walls clench once more.

I lay there, limp and breathless among the petals, the **diamond body chains** cold against my feverish skin. I had given him the gift he asked for, but looking at the way he hovered over me now—muscular, powerful, and utterly possessive—I knew the night was far from over.

The air in the chamber felt heavy and electric, smelling of crushed white roses and the lingering saltiness of my own release. I lay there, trembling among the petals, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

I watched through a haze of pleasure as **Rudra** slowly moved back up my body. He didn't rush; he took his time, his lips pressing scorching, lingering kisses against my inner thighs, my stomach, and the dip of my ribs. By the time he reached my face, I was a puddle of soft emotions.

"Why did you... why did you do that?" I whispered, my voice sounding small and breathless even to my own ears. I was still overwhelmed by the way he had just worshipped me, consuming my very essence without a second of hesitation.

He reached out, his large, calloused hand tenderly caressing my **long curly hair**, tucking a stray strand behind my ear. His **ocean-blue eyes** were no longer just cold and ruthless; they were filled with a terrifying, soul-deep devotion.

"Because I wanted to, Janna," he rumbled, his voice a low vibration that settled in my chest. "Because everything that is yours belongs to me... and I want to taste every bit of it."

My heart swelled, and the last of my shyness melted away. I reached up, my **red chooda** clinking softly as I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, pulling him down to press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. I wanted him to feel how much I loved him

But the tenderness didn't last long. Rudra’s hunger was far from satisfied.

He broke the kiss and slid down, his heavy, muscular frame pinning me into the mattress. His gaze locked onto my chest, where the **diamond body jewelry** was still draped over my bare skin. The gems sparkled with every frantic beat of my heart.

With a low growl, he latched onto my breast, his mouth finding the sensitive peak right between the shimmering diamond chains.

I let out a sharp, jagged gasp as he started **sucking hard**, the cold metal of the jewelry pressing into my skin while his mouth provided a scorching, wet heat.

My back arched instinctively, the  janjhar chiming a frantic rhythm against the silk sheets as he used his teeth to gently graze me.

"Ru... ahh... mmm!" I moaned, my head tossing back. The way he was worshipping me between those diamonds made me feel like the most precious thing in his kingdom. I could feel the **tattoo of my name** over his heart pulsing against my side

👑 Rudra's Perspective

The room was a haze of white rose petals and the dying flicker of a hundred *diyas*, but the only light I cared about was the way those diamonds sparkled against her flushed, brown skin. I shifted my weight, the silk of my **dhoti** brushing against her trembling thighs as I moved back up her body.

I reached out, my fingers grazing the cold, hard edges of the **diamond chest jewelry** I didn't want anything—not even gems—blocking my path. I adjusted the chains, sliding the encrusted web to the side until I had a clear path to her heart.

I latched onto her breast, shucking hard, the heat of my mouth a direct contrast to the icy stones pressing into her skin. With my other hand, I cupped the opposite swell, my large, calloused palm nearly swallowing it whole. I squeezed firmly, feeling the frantic gallop of her heart beneath my thumb.

"Ru... ahh... please," she sobbed, her head tossing back into the roses.

I didn't let go. I stayed there, taking my time, because I knew this was her ultimate weak spot. I wanted to hear every **melodic moan** that left her throat; I wanted to feel the way her breath hitched when I used my teeth to graze her sensitive peak.

I watched, mesmerized, as her **hips bucked up** toward my torso in a desperate, rhythmic search for friction. My dhoti was the only thing between us now, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, the dampness of her core making the silk cling to me.

The silver **janjhar** on her ankles chimed with every frantic movement she made, a chaotic, beautiful sound that told me she was completely at my mercy.

"Is the Queen losing her mind?" I rumbled against her skin, my voice a dark, vibration-heavy growl. I looked up, my **eyes** locking onto her blown-out pupils. "You’re bucking like you want something, Janna. Tell your King... what do you need so badly?"

I increased the pressure of my hand and the pull of my lips, determined to drive her into a state of pure, unadulterated delirium before I finally shed the last of my clothes to claim her

The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of crushed white roses and the heavy, sweet musk of our shared desire. I could feel her heartbeat racing under my palms as she looked up at me with those hazy **brown eyes**.

"I... I want you, Ru. Please," she whispered between broken moans.

I let out a low, predatory chuckle. "Your request is my command, Rani Sa," I rumbled, my voice a dark vibration.

I stood up slowly at the edge of the bed, the moonlight and the flickering *diyas* casting long shadows over my **muscular frame**. With one fluid movement, I untied the silk **dhoti**, letting it and my boxers pool onto the marble floor. I stood before her completely bare, my body on full display. I was hard, heavy, and already dripping with a hunger that had been suppressed for too long.

I didn't let the silence last. I moved back onto the bed, **hovering over her** smaller frame, pinning her into the sea of white petals. My mouth found hers in a soul-sealing kiss while my hands traveled down her sides, grazing the **diamond waist chain** before gripping her soft thighs.

Ishita understood exactly what was coming. She arched her back, her **red chooda** clinking against my shoulders as she reached up to pull me closer. I moved between her legs, my knees prying her thighs wide to give me the space I needed to claim her.

The janjhar on her ankles chimed a frantic, desperate rhythm as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my hardness directly against her wet, aching core.

"Tonight, Janna," I rasped against her lips, the **tattoo of her name** over my heart pulsing with every beat, I won't be gentle

I looked down at her, her face flushed and her hair a mess of dark silk against the roses. I was the King of Rajasthan, but in this moment, I was just a man ready to surrender everything to the woman who taught him how to love.

I hovered over her, the weight of my muscular frame supported by my arms as I looked down at my Janna. Her **brown eyes** were hazy with a mix of fear and desperate longing, and her **hair** was a wild, dark halo against the silk pillows.

As I positioned myself at her entrance, she reached up, her **red chooda** clinking frantically, and wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I felt her heart hammering against my chest

I leaned down, our lips latching in a soul-consuming kiss, and with one slow, powerful movement, I **thrust inside**.

I felt her entire body go rigid beneath me. She let out a muffled whimper directly into my mouth, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back. I stopped immediately, my forehead resting against hers as I stayed deep within her, letting her body adjust to my size and the overwhelming fullness of our union.

"Shhh... I’ve got you, Ishi," I rumbled against her lips, my voice a dark, rough vibration.

I didn't pull away. Instead, while I waited for her to relax around me, I used my tongue to enter her mouth, tasting her whimpers and turning them into deep, rhythmic moans. I wanted to distract her from the stretch, to drown her in the sensation of my presence.

The diamonds of the **chest jewelry** pressed into my chest, a cold reminder of the luxury surrounding our raw, primal act. I felt her walls begin to soften and pulse around me, welcoming her King home after three long years of waiting.

I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, burning with a possessive fire. "You're mine, Ishita. Every inch, every breath... you is mine

The janjhar on her ankles chimed a soft, steady rhythm as she finally exhaled, her hips tilting up to meet me, silently commanding me to continue the coronation of our souls.

The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of crushed white roses, but all I could focus on was the heat of her body beneath mine. Even though it had been three months since our wedding, and I had claimed her more times than I could count, every time felt like the very first.

I stayed still for a moment, buried deep within her, feeling the incredible, familiar **tightness** that never seemed to change. It was a miracle to me—how her body still reacted with that same innocent sharp intake of breath and those quiet, pained whimpers at the first thrust. It drove me insane, making me feel like I was conquering her for the first time, over and over again.

I looked down at her, my  eyes** searching her flushed face. I saw her bite her lip, her head tossing back into the sea of petals, and then she let out a soft, rhythmic moan that told me she was ready.

"Janna..." I groaned, the sound vibrating against her lips as I finally began to move.

I withdrew almost completely before **thrusting back in** with a slow, powerful deliberation. The sound of our union—the wet slide of skin against skin and the frantic, silver chime of her janjhar**—filled the room.

The jewelery sparkled and clinked against my bare chest with every movement, cold gems meeting scorching skin.

Our moans filled the silent palace, desperate and raw. Her high-pitched cries mingled with my low, guttural growls.

her hands clutching my shoulders so hard her nails left crescents in my skin.

I wasn't just Rajasthan's King tonight; I was a man possessed by the woman who had changed his soul. I moved faster, my rhythm becoming more urgent as I chased the peak

The scent of crushed white roses was suffocatingly sweet, but it was nothing compared to the intoxicating musk of **Ishita’s** skin and the friction of our bodies. My restraint, already frayed by years of waiting, finally snapped. I stopped being the gentle husband and became the ruthless King she belonged to.

I increased my speed, my muscular frame driving into her with a **deep, hard rhythm** that shook the very frame of the king-size bed. Every thrust was a claim, a signature written into her soul.

"Ruuu... ahhh! Ru, please!" she cried out, her voice a broken, beautiful wreck of sound.

Her fingers, adorned with the **red chooda**, moved frantically from my shoulders to my neck, her nails scratching deep crescents into my skin. I welcomed the pain—it was the only thing that felt as real as the way she was clenching around me. Her **brown eyes** rolled back into her head, and her neck arched so far back that I feared she might break, but she was just lost in the peak I was forcing her toward.

The heat between us was so intense that the white rose petals had begun to wilt and stick to her damp, feverish skin.

As I drove into her, I saw petals plastered to the curve of her spine and the pulse point of her neck, turned translucent by her sweat.

Her hair** was a chaotic mess, tangled with crushed blossoms and the cold, shimmering diamonds of the **chest jewelry**

"Look at me, Janna," I growled, my voice a low, vibration-heavy command. "Open your eyes and see who is taking you."

I reached up and grabbed both of her hands, lacing my fingers through hers and **pinning them beside her head**. I wanted her completely pinned, completely open. The **diamond waist chain** dug into my torso as I got even faster, the sound of our union becoming a wet, rhythmic thud that drowned out the world.

"Aaaahhh... Hannn... Ruuuu! You're... you're too much!" she moaned shamelessly, her hips bucking up to meet every strike.

"I’m exactly enough for you," I rasped, leaning down so my lips brushed her ear, my * eyes** dark with a primal fire. "Every deep breath you take, every moan you scream... it's all for me. I’m filling you with so much of me that there won't be room for anything else.

The janjhar** on her ankles chimed a frantic, distorted song as her legs shook against my waist. I could feel her walls tightening, pulsing frantically around me, signaling that she was on the verge of shattering again. I didn't slow down; I drove harder, determined to be the last thing she felt before the world exploded for both of us.

💖 Ishita's Perspective

The world was nothing but a blur of gold light from the *diyas* and the suffocating, sweet scent of the white roses I was being crushed into. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe—I could only feel **Rudra**. Every cell in my body was vibrating with a pleasure so intense it felt like a fever.

My hands were pinned beside my head, his fingers laced through mine so tightly I could feel his pulse. I tried to move, but my only release was to dig my nails into the back of his hands. His lips were buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanned over the **moles he’s so obsessed with**.

"Ru... please... faster... oh god, *faster*!" I screamed, my voice a broken, high-pitched wreck.

He didn't need to be told twice. He found that **exact spot** inside me and began to strike it with a relentless, deep force that made my vision spark. My inner walls acted on their own, clutching his length with a desperate, pulsing grip that made him let out a guttural, animalistic **groan** against my skin.

The sound in the room was a chaotic symphony of our shared hunger:

The heavy, wet thud of our bodies meeting and the frantic, silver chime of my  janjhar** was nonstop.

My legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist that my **toes curled** into the small of his back, my skin slick with a mix of sweat and the moisture of the crushed petals.

The **diamond chest jewelry** was a cold, shimmering web trapped between our chests, biting into my skin with every hard thrust.

"I'm not stopping, Janna," he rasped, his voice vibrating through my chest. "I'm going to give you everything tonight. Every. Single. Drop."

I knew what he meant. Since my period had just ended, there was no fear, no barrier between us

"Aaaahhh! Ruuuu! *Haan... aaaa... mmmm!*"

My moans were shameless now, echoing off the marble walls of our Rajasthan palace. I felt the coil in my stomach tighten until it was a screaming tension. I looked up at him—my King, my **Greek god**—and saw the raw, possessive love in his **ocean-blue eyes**.

"Now, Ishita! Give it all to me!" he commanded, his pace becoming a blur of power and heat.

I shattered. My body exploded in a rhythmic, clenching peak that went on and on, and I felt him groan one last time, a sound of pure victory, as he drove himself home to the very hilt and **came hard inside me**, filling me with the future we both hungered for. We lay there, heart to heart, breathing in the scent of roses

The room was silent save for our ragged, synchronized breathing and the distant chime of a palace clock. For several minutes, **Rudra** stayed exactly where he was, his heavy, muscular frame pinning me into the sea of wilted white roses. He didn't pull out; instead, he snuggled his face into the other side of my neck, his stubble grazing my skin as he gave me slow, lazy kisses that made my heart ache with love.

He finally let go of my hands, and I immediately wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him as close as possible. his heart, pulsing steady and strong against my chest. After a moment, he let out a low sigh, pulled out of me with a wet sound that made me shiver, and sat up.

Before I could even catch my breath, he gripped my waist and pulled me up into his lap, settling me into the **lotus position**.

I sat there, bare and flushed, facing my King. His **ocean-blue eyes** were dark as he reached for the **chest jewelry** He unfastened it with practiced ease and set the diamonds aside, wanting nothing between his mouth and my skin.

He latched onto my breast immediately, sucking with a renewed hunger, while his hand slid down between our bodies. I felt his fingers guide his hardness—still thick and ready—back toward my entrance.

He look towards me I looked into his eyes, seeing the silent command there, and slowly lowered myself. As I sat back down on him, I felt a sharp, new sensation that made my eyes go wide.

The **waist chain** had shifted. As he entered me, the hanging diamond centerpiece got caught between us, partially sliding inside me along with him.

> "AAAAHHH! Ru!"

I screamed his name, my head tossing back. The sensation was unbelievable—the cold, hard diamonds and the scorching heat of his dick stretching me at the same time. It was a delicious, shameful kind of torture.

"Do you like that, Janna?" he rasped against my skin, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. "My diamonds inside you... right where they belong."

I couldn't even answer. I just gripped his shoulders, my **red chooda** clinking wildly, and began to move. Every time I sank onto him, the diamonds of the chain bit into my sensitive walls, making me moan loudly enough to echo through the entire raj mahal. I was his Queen, his obsession, and tonight, I was being marked by his jewels and his body in a way I would never forget.

The air in the chamber was suffocatingly hot, thick with the scent of crushed white roses and the raw, electric tension of our bodies. I was perched on **Rudra’s** lap in the lotus position, our bodies fused together so tightly there wasn't even room for a petal between us.

He gripped my hips with his large, powerful hands, his fingers digging into my skin as he literally lifted and lowered me onto him. Every time I sank down, the **diamond waist chain caught between us, the cold gems thrusting deep inside me along with his scorching heat.

"Aaaahhh! Ru... the diamonds... mmm... they’re biting!" I sobbed, my head tossing back, my hair** brushing against his muscular arms.

"Let them bite, Janna," he rasped, his voice a dark, guttural vibration against my throat. "I want you to feel every piece of wealth I’ve put on you.

The friction was unbearable and perfect.

My bare breasts rubbed against his broad, hairless chest with every upward and downward motion, the sensation of skin-on-skin driving me into a frenzy.

I wrapped my legs even tighter around his waist, my **heavy silver janjhar** chiming a chaotic, metallic song with every bounce. My arms were locked around his neck, my **red chooda** clinking against his nape as I held on for dear life.

Rudra was busy at my neck, his mouth moving from my jaw , leaving dark, wet marks that would tell the world I was his Queen.

"Haaan... aaa... Ruuu! Faster... oh god, *Ruuuuu*!"

"Mmmm... yes, Ishita... just like that," he groaned, his hand moving from my hip to wrap firmly around my waist, pulling me so close I felt the **tattoo of my name** over his heart beating like a drum against my chest.

We were both a moaning, breathless mess. The wet, rhythmic sounds of our union echoed off the marble walls of the raj mahal. With every "diamond thrust," I felt my walls clench and pulse, desperately chasing that second peak.

"You’re so tight, Janna... even after three months, you still feel like you were made only for me," he whispered shamelessly, his **ocean-blue eyes** burning into mine as he took control, his thrusts becoming faster and more punishing.

I was lost in the bliss, a Queen being worshipped by her King in a bed of roses, being marked by diamonds and desire until there was nothing left of me but him.

🔥 Author’s Note: The King has claimed his prize! 🔥

Can we just take a moment for Rudra? He’s the King of Rajasthan, a top businessman, but tonight, he was just a man completely obsessed with his Janna. The way he used those diamonds to mark her... I’m officially breathless!

Ishita proved that while she wears the crown for the people, she only bows for her Ru. That "diamond thrust" moment? Absolute fire! It’s clear that after three years of separation, Rudra isn't letting a

single second—or a single inch—go to waste.

What was your favorite part? The way the new janjhar sounded, or the moment Rudra decided to drink in her surrender? Let me know in the comments! 👇✨